ONE - keep yourself alive

[frederick]

Characters: Sol Badguy and YOU.
Setting: Room 4-08. Other places!
Format: Action, but I'll go with whatever.
Summary: One perpetually cranky fighting game protagonist tries to find someone in charge to punch.
Warnings: Possibly mild profanity.

[ Room 4-08

To say Sol panicked when he woke up would be an understatement. Both Fireseal and the Limiter were missing--he could feel his blood burning. Why can he not move? Sleep paralysis? You have got to be--every second that ticked away, he felt the fire burning a bit more and a bit more. Until--

Thirty seconds. He could move.

He did not even take in any of his surroundings until he smashed open the crate containing the aforementioned items and his own clothes. Thankfully the object was close at hand, so his usual solution of 'hit things until things are fixed starting with the closest thing' once again came to the rescue. Although in his defense, lacking those items did pose more of a problem than any other possible circumstance...

Headgear firmly in place: check. The feeling of fire and fury were quickly smothered, but not nearly as much as he had hoped. This was because...

Before him were various pieces of machinery and metals and other indecipherable items. They broke his sword.

...Was it to get it to fit inside that stupid box? What a pain-in-the-ass.

Well, at least he had his headgear and, possibly even more importantly, his RIOT-brand outfit. Alright. Now that he was back in normal condition (albeit minus a sword), he calmly and coolly-- ]

Alright. What the Hell is this shit? HEY!

[ Ok no he stands in the room fuming and ready to hit more things. Just what the Hell is going on here? And what is with this collar? He is in dire need of some answers. Maybe setting the place on fire will get someone's attention? ]

Hmm...

[ 1st Floor - Cafeteria

As much as he was loathe to admit it, he was not likely to get any information from any source but the other people stuck in this dump. So, he accepted he would have to interact with people. Surely someone here knew something and he could get on track to getting out of here. ]

Hey, you! C'mere!

[ ...Not that he was going to be polite about it. ]

[ Floor 3 - Library

After collecting the various pieces of his Fireseal Sword from the room and generally being frustrated with every possible response he would inevitably receive from everyone else, Sol found what he hoped to be the quietest and hopefully least likely to be annoyed spot possible (or at least he hoped, seeing as he stopped after immediately getting there and was too lazy to keep looking) in what appeared to be a library.

So, he sat down at a table, intent on putting the ridiculous device back together. All the while mumbling to himself. ]

Pain...in the ass.

Comments

[theredrose]

[Ib had been wandering around quite a bit the last few days since she'd arrived here and, while she hadn't seen all the floors yet, she liked the library quite a bit.

Seeing someone she didn't know wasn't unexpected, she really didn't know anyone here, but the...thing the man at the table seemed to be working on drew her attention. The nine year old came up to the edge of the surface to look over his 'project.']

What is it?

[frederick]

None of your--

[ His knee-jerk reaction to being asked a question comes out of his mouth without thinking and then he bites his tongue. It's just a kid... ]

...Something of mine.

[theredrose]

[She looks from the thing to the man, expression pure curiosity. If she had an idea of what he was going to say, she didn't act like it.]

Did it break?

[frederick]

[ Don't be a smartass don't be a smartass don't be a smartass don't be a smart-- ]

Yeah. Yeah, it broke.

[ He successfully managed to not respond with something besides "no shit, Sherlock" or "what does it look like?". This conversation is already exhausting. ]

library; sorry sol it is your destiny to be distracted by children

[looselips]

[In another place, a library might be a good bet for avoiding irritating, obnoxious people. Unfortunately, this library contains a number of terminals, which means that it is statistically probable that Shinji will be there at any given time in the day. Combined with the fact that Shinji also has an interest in mechanical things and the process of building them— Well, Sol's fate was sealed.]

[So. Here's a young child peering over the opposite edge of the table, studying the disassembled components intently and trying to puzzle out what, exactly, they're supposed to build.]

What's with the scrapheap?

[He isn't having much success, obviously.]

damn kids get off my lawn

[frederick]

[ Just. Stares.

Since when do kids actually visit libraries? This place is swarming with them. He really should have taken the extra ten seconds necessary to find a better place but

so lazy. ]

It's not a scrapheap, kid.

[looselips]

[Wow excuse you this kid actually likes books and learning!!! Because it lets him be smarter and therefore better than other people.]

Whatever. It's in pieces, so until you put it back together, it's just a pile of junk. [With that pearl of wisdom imparted, he asks:] What's it supposed to be, anyway?

[frederick]

[ Excellent reasoning there, kid. ]

Toaster.

[ Deadpan and without a missed beat.

...In his defense, he probably has used it as a toaster at one point. It is a multi-purpose sacred treasure, ok. ]

Cafeteria!

[planetcrusher]

[Awwhh mannn, what the 'ell's up with these disgusting nutrition bars? The oatmeal was managable, a 4 outta 10 at least, but if this was really all there was to eat around here, Makoto's gonna smack a b- "Hey, you! C'mere!"
...
The sudden shout surprises Makoto out of her thoughts, directing her attention towards the ... shonen protagonist sitting across the way? Shrug!! She'll go check it out! Not every day an opportunity like this comes along. So have a Makoto sliiiding into the seat across from you, Mr. Badguy. She looks painfully chipper.]

Boss clothes! Red looks good on ya. Uh, what's going on?

[frederick]

Uh.

[ Maybe a little too chipper for his taste. Maybe he should tell her to go away. No, that would probably be too much work. Eh, fuck it. ]

What do you know about this place?

[planetcrusher]

Absolutely nothing!

[W-wow. That was quick. And to the point.]

Just got here myself, but apparently you gotta eat some sorta weird oatmeal before anything else. Personally? I'd savor it. These nutrition bars taste like chalk.

[She waves said bar around for emphasis as she talks]

[frederick]

[ Oh, great, she knows nothing. Hopefully she just leaves now--

She. She is still here. And talking. God damn it what did he get himself into. ]

...Alright, so the menu sucks. That was definitely at the top of my list of problems today. Thanks for the info.

Cafeteria

[eldork]

[Wow rude, Bloodedge-predecessor. Alas, Els was on his trip to taste the food other than the oatmeal at that moment when he noticed Sol's call. Cue making a slight turn towards the older man.]

What is it, old man?

[He just put on his uninterested face, sighing before he put a hand over his hip. What is this politeness you guys spoke of?]

[frederick]

[ Great. Getting called old man. That didn't get old a few years ago already or anything. ]

Don't call me old man, kid. Now get over here and answer some questions.

[eldork]

[Totally, Sol. Totally.]

Yeah, yeah.

[The smallest of reluctance in his tone was there, but he still make his beeline toward the other guy. And when he does right in front of him, he shrugs before he reply.]

What is it?

[frederick]

Good boy.

[ Not condescending at all. ]

What can you tell me about this place?

[1st Floor - Cafeteria]

[gomu_ningen]

[The young pirate had been stuffing his face, as was the morning tradition. A single bowl of what resembled oatmeal as well as a collection of plates loaded with food covered the table in front of him. He briefly turns over his shoulder, hearing the loud shout for attention come from behind him.

Paying the advancing stranger no mind, he turned back around and continued his more important tasks. These pancakes and sausages weren't going to eat themselves. In his mind an over-population of sausage would endanger the denizens of the Tower. It was a heroic duty he was willing to sacrifice the time for.]

[frederick]

[ Just.

Going to flip Luffy off.

And probably assume this is not someone worth the time. ]

[gomu_ningen]

Huh?

[Luffy takes notice of the rather large, single-digit salute, titling his head to the side as he wondered Just what kind of a greeting was that?]

Umm.. Hello to you too, Ponytail.

[cafeteria]

[doesnotgetit]

[And the person he flagged down this time was... another kid. Well, not a kid - she's definitely in her teens - but she may as well be one compared to him. Finishing off the nutrition bar in her hand, she makes her way over to him.]

Something wrong?

[frederick]

[ ...Is everyone here a kid? What a drag. There's got to be someone around here to change the diapers. ]

...Hope that's a rhetorical question, kid, because it's kind of dumb to ask that here all things considered.

[doesnotgetit]

[Wow rude.]

It's hard to keep track of who is or isn't a newbie here. There are a lot of people here, after all. [Pause.] So that reaction must mean that you're one of the people the administrators just dragged here. And that means you want questions answered, right?

Library

[heavenscorpse]

[V/V wasn't sure what exactly the thing the man was working on was, but...]

Do you want any help?

[frederick]

[ One sarcastic remark coming ri--DAMN IT. What is with all the kids and the innocent-looking acts around here? He bites his tongue once again. ]

I think I've got things under control.

[heavenscorpse]

Okay. [She settles on a nearby chair, angel wings folded forward.] It looks interesting - what is it?